[31Days;prose] marking territories
Sato Takeru, Puchirou, Kouchirou
Notes: This is less Real Person Fiction than it is really about SATO TAKERU'S CATS. ohmanhowamitotagthis.
For 31_days. December 13th. and you return to us in this condition--!
They've grown used to it, over the days and months. Whenever Take-chan comes home, he brings with him an array of weird and interesting scents, so they forgive the sporadic and sometimes extended absences, even if he doesn't quite smell like them anymore. Puchirou is more curious, curls around his feet when Take-chan tries to walk and almost succeeds in tripping him sometimes. Kouchirou is more patient, he gives in to his senior's demands for affection, and waits his turn when Take-chan collapses into bed. It's not that they don't like the smells, they do like them, because it tells them where Take-chan's been, what he's done.
Takeru's laughter is a pleasant rumble when he pulls them to sit on his chest. Kouchirou loves to press his nose into Take-chan's messy hair, wrap one paw around his chin and breathe. Underneath the stinging smell of mousse and hairspray is Take-chan's scent, somehow more intoxicating than catnip. No matter how interesting the other smells are, Take-chan's still the most interesting.
They don't like it when they smell other cats on Takeru though. Pochirou immediately rubs himself all over Take-chan to show his displeasure. Kouchirou takes it one step further, he sleeps in all of Takeru's clean clothes despite being scolded for it, and is pleased when Take-chan ends up packing all of them in that special box anyway (he sleeps in the box as well, for good measure).
Take-chan's their boy, even underneath all the weird and interesting smells, and they're going to make sure the other cats know it.
Notes: This is less Real Person Fiction than it is really about SATO TAKERU'S CATS. ohmanhowamitotagthis.
For 31_days. December 13th. and you return to us in this condition--!
They've grown used to it, over the days and months. Whenever Take-chan comes home, he brings with him an array of weird and interesting scents, so they forgive the sporadic and sometimes extended absences, even if he doesn't quite smell like them anymore. Puchirou is more curious, curls around his feet when Take-chan tries to walk and almost succeeds in tripping him sometimes. Kouchirou is more patient, he gives in to his senior's demands for affection, and waits his turn when Take-chan collapses into bed. It's not that they don't like the smells, they do like them, because it tells them where Take-chan's been, what he's done.
Takeru's laughter is a pleasant rumble when he pulls them to sit on his chest. Kouchirou loves to press his nose into Take-chan's messy hair, wrap one paw around his chin and breathe. Underneath the stinging smell of mousse and hairspray is Take-chan's scent, somehow more intoxicating than catnip. No matter how interesting the other smells are, Take-chan's still the most interesting.
They don't like it when they smell other cats on Takeru though. Pochirou immediately rubs himself all over Take-chan to show his displeasure. Kouchirou takes it one step further, he sleeps in all of Takeru's clean clothes despite being scolded for it, and is pleased when Take-chan ends up packing all of them in that special box anyway (he sleeps in the box as well, for good measure).
Take-chan's their boy, even underneath all the weird and interesting smells, and they're going to make sure the other cats know it.